These days countless controller apps and hardware controller devices promise emancipation from the dreaded computer interface. DJs and live performers have fallen head over heels over the concept that touching the computer somehow lessens an onstage appearance and the act of touching the computer at all is often met with derision and disdain.

Or Whose Party Is This Anyway?
Stretching the idea of art being like a “Grand Conversation” the question arises, just who’s holding it? It’s a delicate wrinkle on the canvas to pull out because, even though theoretically anyone can join in, the conversation itself is largely dominated by a group of people who, for want of a better word, are an “elite”.

Or Why a Child Couldn’t Paint That.
In 1964 Pierre Brassau exhibited four avante-garde paintings in Goteburg Sweden to favourable reviews, but it later turned out to be a hoax perpetrated by a local journalist to put art critics to the test.

First things first.

There are always a number of people who have invested a lot of time and energy into obsoleting skills and technology and they often bemoan those who learn and make use of the new tools that displace them.

The party is not going so well. Something is off. The crowd is edgy, some people are dancing, sporadically, but most everyone is milling around the bar and the promoter is looking stressed. The DJ is playing some good tunes, every now and then, but he’s mostly just building castles in the air for himself in a corner of the room and doesn’t seem to care or know how to get anyone to play with him.